Where do we go now . . .
. . . are we still walking forward
praising the sun who is shining . . .
are we swimming in a fishbowl
like lost souls . . .
or are we walking the road
to prediction . . .
. . . the meaning with our life
is it the goal or the journey
who makes our life fulfilled?
The answer is blowing in the wind
like ashes turned to stars in the global
evolution of the great universe . . .
in the architects hands . . .
Is there someone out there?
Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2007-05-01 at 14:36
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